Some call it a gift, but it’s my curse – to see through the walls of all worlds, possible and impossible, past and future. I can feel the pain of every butterfly you kill, of every flower you step on. I can see what you could never dare and I remember everything. The melodies and orbits of the universe, its heart and the brightness of the sun stars and the absolute emptiness of a black hole, all contained within a dream, a dream of pain and roses.
I know you and I’ll never forget.
You have a true gift Eirene!
I needed that this morning. Thank you for restoring my equilibrium with your word-magicks, beautiful one. ♥
Hello from Russia!
Can I quote a post in your blog with the link to you?
Yeah, as long as you link back it’s fine.
Lovely.
Very nice! I’ll be back!